Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.